Blind-Sight - Visions

Quick, quick it's a vision
Some embryonic square
Let's laugh with precision
There's always someone there
White wings in the ether
You sob about it
Too late to remember
What's left without it

It's true I knew, we're fated
Pursuit for news is wasted!

Written by:
Ruby Kane

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